Peacocks flew southeast, circling back every five miles!
Chu Qing's Eight Divine Hands—Peacock—lacked power.
But the current peacock could now fly five hundred meters.
One Blood Peacock after another flew to the hall entrance and passed through the shattered gates. Piercing screams rang out from outside.
Thud!
The Little Giant's massive body crashed to the ground.
Crack!
Crack!
The illusion shattered.
The magnificent hall vanished.
Chu Qing returned to the real world.
In the real world:
Corpses carpeted the ground. The Little Giant, who had been sitting upright all this time, had fallen over, its wrist broken and its body reduced to skin and bones.
Meanwhile, Zuo Qianqiu, who had still been full of vigor within the illusion, now had clear eyes.
But his breath was weak, and he lay sprawled on the ground.
Chu Qing picked up the bundle and the half-broken spear shaft, casually grabbed the Little Giant's corpse, and prepared to leave.
Then:
Zuo Qianqiu said with difficulty, "Take me with you. Save me!"
Chu Qing's eyes lit up. He tucked him under his arm and prepared to take him away.
Zuo Qianqiu... said hurriedly, "Wait, I haven't taken my things yet!"
"That bundle... the bundle taller than a man!"
"Yours?"
"Mine. I lost hundreds of men and dozens of Heaven-Piercers to gather those resources with painstaking effort!"
One minute later:
Chu Qing carried the bundle, taller than a man, on his back as he raced all the way to the foot of Lesser Thunder Sound Mountain.
Then he continued running, racing more than ten li before finally stopping on the grasslands.
Thud!
He threw Zuo Qianqiu and the other things onto the ground.
Then he laid out the ritual materials.
Zuo Qianqiu's heart stirred. "Benefactor, which ritual are you about to perform?"
Chu Qing smiled. "I'm